Readers,
The June spanking story writing contest, ‘Brief Encounter’, was a fun one for the imagination: A man and woman, alone in a train station, and a pair of mysterious panties…this could go anywhere! As always, our fellow spankos have come through in admirable fashion, sharing their stories with us all here (and possibly hoping for that spanking ‘prize’).
I will post up all the qualifying story entries over the upcoming month, but alas, only one can win:
This untitled story is steamy. I love it, and hope you do, too.
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He heard the echo of her heels as she confidently strode down the platform. Click…click…click…. The two of them had locked eyes at the ticket counter ten minutes ago. He had been three customers ahead of her yet still he had felt her commanding eyes as she looked him up and down finally settling on his bottom.
He was dressed in a two piece gray flannel suit. She was in a sleek black skirt that rode halfway down her thighs. The skirt hugged her, showing off the amazing curve of her hips. Her ensemble was rounded out with a sheer white silk blouse that came down to her waist, her lace bra flirtatiously showing through as she held on to a small black purse.
Click…click…click…. He didn’t know why he was nervous but his palms were sweaty and beads of sweat had prickled his brow. He took his handkerchief from his front pocket and dabbed at his forehead.
Click…click…. She was twenty feet away and he was feeling aroused by this woman in a way he was unaccustomed being. To his mind, he was the man, the one in charge but the way this woman walked, like a tigress through a sweltering, sultry jungle at night, made him check himself, remind himself who the powerful one was here.
Click. She stopped five feet away, her back to him, head up, looking the other way but flaunting all of her womanly prowess.
She knew his type, overly confident, overly aggressive, the kind of man that needed to be taught a lesson. And she knew just the right person for putting a man like this in his place.
“Hot down here, isn’t it,” the man said to the woman.
“Downright steeamy,” she replied. She still hadn’t turned around though she could feel his eyes on her, taking her all in. She casually pulled a button forward on her blouse, giving him a glimpse of the straps of her bra, perspiration emphasizing their outline against her tanned skin beneath her blouse.
She smoothed the silk out. He’s leering at me, she thought. His tongue is hanging out his mouth and he’s ogling me. She smiled. She was the hunter and him? Easy prey.
“I couldn’t agree with you more,” he said. He stood there, marveling at the fluidity of her every move, the grace of her every gesture, the locks of brunette hair that fell to her shoulders, the lithe lines of her body. I’d like to get her number, he thought. “The weatherman said this morning that the heat wave ought to break tonight. Have us some relief by tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, really?” she said turning around knowing the forecast would turn out right for just one of them.
He closed the gap between them by three paces. A bead of perspiration ran down her neck, down the tan of her chest getting lost somewhere in her cleavage. The man’s eyes absently followed it and before he could stop himself he was staring at an index finger that was playing along the pillow of exposed skin above the bra. He flushed realizing his faux paus. He shook his head. “Yep, that’s what I heard on the news this morning,” he said trying to act casual.
She took out the small bottle of water she had hidden in her purse. She leaned her head back slightly, running the cold bottle down her chin over her neck and didn’t stop until she had painted her exposed skin with the water beaded container.
The man shifted uneasily in his place.
She unscrewed the top allowing it to fall to the ground making it appear as though she was clumsy and helpless.
The man stood there waiting for her to pick it up. He wanted to see her supple body curve bend down and scoop it up.
She didn’t disappoint as she stooped down to get it, knees together, her blouse riding up in the back. The man leaned over and saw she had on a pair of red panties. Red, my favorite color, he thought. She leaned over her knees a few inches, held that position, making sure he had a good look at her lingerie. With the grace of a jaguar, she got up, turned coming face to face with him.
“You like the color I’m wearing today?” She asked him looking him square in the eye.
“Color? What are you talking about?’ He played stupid.
“No need to be bashful. I like a man who knows what he likes. So? Do you like the color that I picked out for today?”
He gulped. “Yes, I do. Very much.”
“And what color would that be?”
He raised his eyebrows. “Red. It’s my favorite color.”
“Oh, mine too.” She said running a finger down his shoulder and then his arm. Then she walked over to the bench and sat down.
The man stood there, watching. When she was comfortable, she took another sip from her bottle, capped it and put it away in her purse. She patted her lap and when the man didn’t move she patted it again saying, “That’s your cue to come over here. On this side.” She tapped her right thigh.
Shrugging, the man did what he was told him. She took her bottle of water out, closed her eyes as she leaned her head back taking an extra long swallow even as he saw deep into her cleavage, his mouth watering. She casually brought her head back and let the cap slip from her fingers.
She looked up at him, her eyes puddles of mischievous blue. “Would you be a dear and pick that up for me?” The tone in her voice was a command more than a question.
He tried taking a step to the side and forward but she stuck her right leg out preventing his progress. She tapped her thigh again. “Over my lap.”
“Over your what?” He asked incredulously.
“You heard me,” she snapped. “Over my lap…now.”
No woman ever spoke to him this way, flustered, taken off his game, he didn’t know what to do and when she barked out “Now” a second time he found himself bending over her lap reaching for the bottle cap. He was inches within reach when her left foot suddenly nudged it just beyond his reach. He was just about to open his mouth to complain when WHACK! Her hand came down on his trouser covered bottom. Surprised, shocked, he tried to wriggle up but found that she had him in a scissor lock. WHACK!
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“I’m going to teach you some manners,” she said.
WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
He tried struggling but the more he struggled the tighter she squeezed him into the scissor lock. There was no escaping.
Harder her hand came across his bottom. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK!
“Listen,” he said, “this is all very cute and fun but the train will be here in fifteen minutes and I need to get to work.”
“Fifteen minutes is all we need to teach you a good lesson.” She paused. “And to send you on your way with a nice pair of red buns.”
She suddenly pulled his pants down to his ankle and began swatting in earnest.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Ow, that hurts.”
“It’s supposed to.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“OWWW!”
“Stop whining! And take your punishment like a man.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He groaned. He didn’t know what to say. He never experienced the power of a woman like this before. She was devastatingly beautiful and he had to admit turned on despite his compromising position.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Ohhhhh.” Came his little boy cries as she continued to deliver his spanking. She ran her long fingernails across his bottom testing his hotness. “Ow. Ow. Owwww. That hurts. It’s hot!”
“Yes. I know. I intend the heatwave to last until the end of the week for at least one of us,” she said.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She delivered her spanks with authority. “Now.” She paused. “You will be quiet or we’ll continue this until after the train had passed through.”
Afraid because he knew she meant it, he meekly said, “Yes, ma’am.”
“That’s better.”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
He was sweating profusely not daring to let slip a sound.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
She paused squeezing his now ripe red cheeks, first the one, then the other.
He bit his tongue against the searing pain.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
“Train to Penn Station on track ten arriving in three minutes,” the loudspeaker blared.
“Please,” he begged, “I’ll be good. I’ll behave. I’ll never disrespect you ever again.”
“I’m not so convinced,” she replied.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She gave it to him extra hard this time.
Please, he thought. Please end this before I’m embarrassed in public. My career couldn’t survive something like this.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The train whistle blew in the distance.
Oh God, no. He panicked.
SMACK! SMACK! She really let him have it.
SMACK! SMACK! Harder still.
SMACK! SMACK! The hardest spanks yet.
She released her leg lock and he fell to ground. He was looking at her feet and legs, struggling to pull his trousers back on when he heard the conductor’s voice. “Is everything alright here?”
He looked sheepishly at the conductor, to the woman and back to the conductor again. “The…uh…lady lost an earring. I was just trying to find it for her.”
“Oh here it is. It fell into my purse,” she said.
“Very well,” the conductor said walking away down the platform.
Whew, the man thought. He got to his feet and had taken two paces towards the train when he heard her voice. “Next week. Same time.”
“Huh?” He turned around puzzled.
“We have to teach you a lesson about lying.”
There was no reason why he would have to be back next week but he knew he would.
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That was VERY awesome. **Thumbs UP**